Round 6 of chemo has come and gone, and I can’t believe I’m halfway through the first phase! This time, my morning started early, and Melissa, my faithful companion, picked me up for our usual ride. Today was a marathon at Mayo Clinic—labs, nurse visits, and chemo, all back-to-back. Once again, the team at Mayo worked their magic, processing my labs so efficiently that we barely had to wait to get results. My white blood cell count was high enough to move forward with treatment, which was a relief.
We made our way over to the Mangurian Building, where the incredible nursing team took the reins. Melissa and I started our usual TV session with an episode of Gypsy Weddings, but that didn’t last long; to be honest, I can’t even remember what else we watched after that! As an extra kicker, this round included Keytruda, which I get every 21 days. It hardly seems like it’s been 21 days since my last dose—time is flying, but I’m not exactly having fun!
After treatment, we had an uneventful drive home, and I spent the rest of the day feeling the best I had in days. Thank you, steroids! Friday rolled around, and I even made it into the office. I’m grateful for the energy boost, knowing it won’t last forever. By the weekend, I’ll be back in rest mode.
Saturday was special. My colleagues organized a virtual Breast Cancer Awareness Walk, and we met at the bank to start together. I hadn’t attempted a long walk since my diagnosis, but I was determined to be there. The turnout was incredible, and I felt so grateful for all the love and support, not just for me, but for everyone fighting this fight. The weather was perfect, and the day was filled with encouragement. I also received the most thoughtful gift bag from the team. Melissa knocked it out of the park with items I truly needed during treatment: port protectors to help numb the area before access (no more cold plastic!), thick socks to act as a barrier during those freezing Taxol ice sessions, and even a port pillow for some relief from my seatbelt. They thought of everything—a warm shirt for port access, a hat, and a mask to help keep me safe. Each item felt like a mini armor of comfort and support.
The rest of the day was my usual routine. I took my injection, lounged around, and mentally braced myself for what I knew would come next. My stomach started its usual funny business, but this time, I’ve got a new medication to help with the stomach pains and constant battle with diarrhea. Here’s hoping it finally gives me a break.
So that’s round 6 in a nutshell. Halfway there and feeling a little more resilient, especially knowing I’m not in this fight alone. Here’s to more walks, more laughs, and finding strength in the little victories!
